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[A Skull on the Shelf]

Elam nodded silently, listening as Aiko answered him and glad to have something else to think of. When Aiko slowed her pace to walk next to him, Elam felt himself stiffen, as if she intimidated him in some way. He had no idea as to why; all he knew was whenever Aiko was close by, a knot that he simply couldn't describe formed in his stomach.


His attention rapidly shifted, however, as Aiko paused to return a passing group of students' greetings. Elam had, quite suddenly, become hyper aware of the curious whispers directed at the pair. As innocent as they might have been, Elam couldn't help but perceive them as poisoned darts being shot at him, at the strange, hooded creep that had dared to ask Aiko to be his partner. Elam felt his arm begin to move, trying to reach up and yank his hood further over his head, but he managed to stop himself. Just focus on Aiko. They're just curious, is all, no one means me ill. At least, I hope so.





As the pair entered the N.O.T. classroom, Elam gave a respectful nod to Sakura as she greeted him and Aiko. He didn't react nearly as excitedly to the news that a great number of students had passed, though he did raise an eyebrow when Sakura glanced at him. No, there's no way I passed, he thought as Aiko led him to the front row. Not with how much guessing I did. Did I actually guess right enough times to pass? Or...am I being given a pass for Aiko's sake, or for my wavelength?





As Aiko sat, Elam remained standing a minute longer, hesitant to sit anywhere but the back of the room. If he moved to do so, however, there was a good chance it'd make Aiko think he was giving her a cold shoulder, and Elam doubted he'd be able to repeat he apology he had done earlier. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Elam sat down off to Aiko's immediate right, sliding down partially in his chair.


"I can't help but feel like your mother's going to send all of the 'exceptional' students on those special missions," he said quietly to Aiko, once more feeling the need to break his silence, "whether they passed the written test or not. Feels like it should be a requirement to get into E.A.T, at least."


@The Velveteen Rabbit

 

[Kishune]

War

"I'm going to be the best partner I can, and No One's going to stop me~!"

Where: DWMA: Class

With: Alison and other students

Thoughts: I wonder how she'll handle herself.



After War went to sit down he leaned into the desk propping his head up as looked to his partner as she spoke about a weapon challenging her in the hall as he dealt with the bullies. “Oh a challenge huh?” He said not sounding worried. “…Slasher, huh? No I can’t say I know her. She must be new with them. Ever since last year when I chased out the Gang leaders…literally out of DWMA, some took up the role saying they were stronger and would challenge me…but all avoided my sight, or at least didn’t have me catch them acting up.” He told her then thought about her question then looked down to the boy that was getting bullied. War sighed hearing him and looked at him dully. “I’m sure she doesn’t need fighting advice from you…” He told him then looked back at Allison. “Listen after class we’ll find a teacher to come, try to tell her I attacked at my own will…If she doesn’t accept that and still want to fight, we’ll have a Teacher able to supervise it that way you won’t get in trouble.” He told her as he rubbed the back of his head thinking that he wasn’t making the best example with fighting without a teacher. Anyways War wants to see how well she can fight with or without him so he could put her through training to wield him efficiently and without him is anything came about. “If you want my opinion, just go for it and try to do what he suggests you may win either way.” He told her as he pointed to the rd head lazily. “Just…don’t go all out.” He said with a yawn.​

@Genon @Leo Radomir

 

[Leo Radomir]

Issac sighed gently while thinking doesn't take much to get you to bite yet your older than me how bloody lame yet your trying to act cool in front of the girl seriously if anyone needs advise it's you and that's just the tip of the iceberg, in anycase i don't want to get into in the middle of class but i will tell him where to jump off if he keeps pulling this kinda of crap.


Isaac completely ignored the guy at this point and said to the women" I'm sorry if i came over a rude senpai i only said it because i'm had more than my share of fights with swordsmen and armoured foes so i thought it my be of help you but as he said it's completely up to you". Isaac went back to being silent and turned away from them both but in a way so his back wasn't to them incase she wanted to ask him something and such. @Genon @Kishune

 

[Genon]

@Genon[/URL]

"Thanks for the advice on the sword, but that doesn't really help deal with the gun-shield..." Allison told Isaac.

War

"I'm going to be the best partner I can, and No One's going to stop me~!"

Where: DWMA: Class

With: Alison and other students

Thoughts: I wonder how she'll handle herself.

After War went to sit down he leaned into the desk propping his head up as looked to his partner as she spoke about a weapon challenging her in the hall as he dealt with the bullies. “Oh a challenge huh?” He said not sounding worried. “…Slasher, huh? No I can’t say I know her. She must be new with them. Ever since last year when I chased out the Gang leaders…literally out of DWMA, some took up the role saying they were stronger and would challenge me…but all avoided my sight, or at least didn’t have me catch them acting up.” He told her then thought about her question then looked down to the boy that was getting bullied. War sighed hearing him and looked at him dully. “I’m sure she doesn’t need fighting advice from you…” He told him then looked back at Allison. “Listen after class we’ll find a teacher to come, try to tell her I attacked at my own will…If she doesn’t accept that and still want to fight, we’ll have a Teacher able to supervise it that way you won’t get in trouble.” He told her as he rubbed the back of his head thinking that he wasn’t making the best example with fighting without a teacher. Anyways War wants to see how well she can fight with or without him so he could put her through training to wield him efficiently and without him is anything came about. “If you want my opinion, just go for it and try to do what he suggests you may win either way.” He told her as he pointed to the rd head lazily. “Just…don’t go all out.” He said with a yawn.​

@Genon @Leo Radomir

"Honestly, I do want to teach her a lesson, but your approach is the most practical. However, she said that if I didn't show up, she'd tell everyone about it in order to make me look like a coward, so we may need a supervised fight." She thought for a moment. "Maybe Dr. Stein? He might be crazy, but he's a doctor, he'd be the best person to perform medical treatment on us after the fight, and he'd know when to call it."

@Genon[/URL] @Kishune

"You're not rude," Allison said, "I asked for advice, and you gave it."

 

[spacepossum]

Dustin Calhoun


~Meister~

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It was Dustin's first day at the DWMA, and he was plenty nervous. Being a bit of an obsessively organized individual, he checked his bag many times to ensure that he had everything that he needed for his first day. Albeit still not satisfied at the content in his bag, he had soon decided that he was being overly dramatic about the entire ordeal and just went on his way. He was informed that he was a part of the NOT class, and, although not knowing at all what that meant, Dustin was plenty excited to begin learning. He walked around Death City with his side bag at his hip, the strap across his chest, with a map in hand.


He had soon approached the massive stairs in front of the equally massive academy. The school was huge, and Dustin soon began to grow nervous of whether or not he would frequently get lost in it. Either way, he began his trek up the stairs with plenty other students on the same path that morning. Breaking into a forehead sweat had Dustin finally reached the top, as he adjusted his chest binder, which was getting a bit sticky from perspiration as well. He huffed in annoyance at the thing that he was wearing, as if he would remove himself of it while in public.


Using the map that he had before, Dustin turned it over to reveal a simple map of the DWMA, which was a bit helpful. He had soon found his way to his classroom. He opened the door to see quite a few of his peers already present. Well, at least he was not late. He then took a seat near the front, pulling out his bag and placing it on his desk, a giddy smile on his thinly effeminate face.


((sorry, I'm not that great at intro posts Dx))

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

With her back straight and posture lady-like, Aiko sat happily in her seat, smiling as usual towards Elam who sat down next to her slowly. More and more students began making their way one by one into the classroom, choosing their seats and mingling among the others. Her cloudy gaze scanned the room for a moment, before returning back to look at Elam, listening to him speak.


"Well," Aiko began, raising her arms overhead and stretching. She let out a content sigh and chuckled quietly, putting her arms back down and maintaining her posture.


"I don't think there has ever been this many partnerless E.A.T students before, so I don't know what my mother has planned." Aiko said softly, her voice calm and light. She side glanced towards him, tilting her head to the side and causing a strand of white hair to fall in front of her eyes.


"But, I think those with E.A.T students as partners have a better chance of passing and becoming a part of the solo mission." Aiko flashed him a quick wink, breaking into a soft fit of laughter, her smile bright. It was going to be a long day, and an entertaining one at that. As much as she'd like to know, Aiko wondered what her and Elam's solo mission was. If it involved hunting down a dangerous monster, she would be ready.


But would Elam be?





"Hey... Elam?" Aiko asked suddenly, her gaze soft. She instinctively leaned a little more towards him. Aiko kept her gaze locked with his, never breaking eye contact.


"If anything ever goes wrong, don't blame yourself for it, okay?.. I notice you tend to do that a lot." Aiko smiled sympathetically. Although they had just met the day before, she felt connected to him on an entirely different level that was hard to explain. It was a strange and exhilarating feeling that even she was not familiar with.


@Stamper


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[Pinkalyn]

KAITORE

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The bus dropped her off exactly where she had expected. The maps and the people had been helpful. Everything was neatly laid out, if a bit more crowded than where she had come from. It wasn't that she particularly minded the crowds, just that they made her somewhat uncomfortable. She wasn't all too trusting of people in general. It was a simple matter of survival not to be.


Still, despite these issues she had made it to the academy in one piece. With the looking structure ahead of her looking like something out of a child's nightmares, covered in spikes and skulls, she felt somehow uneasy taking her first steps up, but seeing that she was not alone in joining the classes, she silently pressed forward, intending to look like she belonged here. Even if she hadn't quite attained the school's uniform yet, and thus looked rather out of place. It wasn't long before she was being orientated with the school's layout, and shortly thereafter she was left at the door of the NOT classroom.


With a confident stride she entered the room and took the empty seat nearest to the door, not really paying attention to who she would wind up sitting next to, as her pale red eyes focused their attention towards the front of the room.


'The first day of the rest of my life.' she thought to herself, 'From here on out... I will forge my own destiny.'

 

[A Skull on the Shelf]

Elam couldn't help but crack the slightest of smiles as Aiko quietly laughed; something about the way she did it made him feel as if all was right in the world. He briefly turned his gaze from Aiko, staring up at the ceiling from his slouched position, figuring he might as well enjoy the moment while it lasted.


"Hey... Elam?"


Aiko's voice had gone from jovial to concerned, and Elam turned his head back to see what had changed so suddenly only to freeze in place. Aiko had leaned in closer to him, closer than Elam found comfortable, eyes locked with. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't force himself to move away; at best, he could only hope that his face wasn't bright red.


"If anything ever goes wrong, don't blame yourself for it, okay?.. I notice you tend to do that a lot."


Elam's thoughts immediately dampened as he realized what Aiko was concerned about. He let out a sigh and gave Aiko a sad but knowing look. "Yeah, that's...instinctive, I guess. Don't really know how to put it. No promises, but I'll try."


They had only known each other for two days, yet it was clear Aiko had him figured out, like she had known Elam her whole life. Elam almost felt like he had Aiko figured out as well, though it still seemed as if she was hiding something from him, worry and curiosity mixing in his head. It almost feels like...she's restraining her emotions, somehow. Negative ones, maybe? If that's the case, she and I really are complete opposites.





@The Velveteen Rabbit

 

[Kishune]

War

"I'm going to be the best partner I can, and No One's going to stop me~!"

Where: DWMA: Class

With: Allison, Red head student (Issac), and others

Thoughts: *Grumbling*...



War just looked at the red head dully as he was getting an irritated feel from him, but he didn’t know why. War then looked at Allison again as she said that she wanted to teach her a lesson, but was told that rumors be spread if she didn’t show. “Really now? She’s probably just baiting you to fight her, but it doesn’t matter you’re willing to fight without such meaningless threats.” He said with the shake of the head. “And the thing about having a teacher supervise a fight is actually a rule here…Don’t take my actions earlier as something the school wouldn’t look down on.” He told Allison as he scratched the back of his head. “As for who supervises, it doesn’t matter. Any of them will work: Stein, Sid, Spi…” War paused and sighed. “Well not all of them…But it’s up to you to decide who if she didn’t already.” He said seeming to be a bit irritated at the moment, so much he forgotten the rudeness of the other red head.

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@Genon


@Leo Radomir


((Leo, another trick of the trade in RPing is using ' ' with direct thought dialog, or when communicating with your mind. Also Bolding for Spoken dialog, helps people like me who can't see light colors in white backgrounds distinguish it better. Just some suggestions."

 

[Genon]

War

"I'm going to be the best partner I can, and No One's going to stop me~!"

Where: DWMA: Class

With: Allison, Red head student (Issac), and others

Thoughts: *Grumbling*...

War just looked at the red head dully as he was getting an irritated feel from him, but he didn’t know why. War then looked at Allison again as she said that she wanted to teach her a lesson, but was told that rumors be spread if she didn’t show. “Really now? She’s probably just baiting you to fight her, but it doesn’t matter you’re willing to fight without such meaningless threats.” He said with the shake of the head. “And the thing about having a teacher supervise a fight is actually a rule here…Don’t take my actions earlier as something the school wouldn’t look down on.” He told Allison as he scratched the back of his head. “As for who supervises, it doesn’t matter. Any of them will work: Stein, Sid, Spi…” War paused and sighed. “Well not all of them…But it’s up to you to decide who if she didn’t already.” He said seeming to be a bit irritated at the moment, so much he forgotten the rudeness of the other red head.

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@Genon


@Leo Radomir


((Leo, another trick of the trade in RPing is using ' ' with direct thought dialog, or when communicating with your mind. Also Bolding for Spoken dialog, helps people like me who can't see light colors in white backgrounds distinguish it better. Just some suggestions."

@Kishune


"Yeah, she probably is just baiting," Allison said, turning to War again. "Wait, that's an actual rule? I guess this is a combat school, but for fights to be so common that teachers supervise them...that's a little...unique."


As War explained who would be good to supervise, Allison responded with, "I only really know Stein so far, so I'd probably go for him. I know Sid from seeing him when...well, that's not really important right now, point is I know he's a zombie and that he has a catch phrase. I know Stein better though."


@Leo Radomir

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

"Yeah, that's... instinctive, I guess. Don't really know how to put it. No promises, but I'll try."


His words caused a hopeful look to appear on Aiko's face, a smile following soon after.


"Good... I'm glad." Aiko said quietly, as if relieved. She began to pull away from him slightly, returning back to her original place. Her gaze continued to lock with his for a few more long moments before she tore them away, staring towards the front of the room where her mother began preparing class. A stack of papers sat on her mother's desk, most likely the graded entrance exams everyone had taken the day before. Aiko assumed her mother would announce who passed near the beginning of class.


"By the way," Aiko began to say to Elam, chuckling sheepishly and scratching the back of her head. Her gaze lowered to the ground and she shuffled her feet, slightly embarrassed.


"The E.A.T class is nothing like this. My father makes that very clear." She sighed at the thought of her crazy father and his wheely chair, throwing books at the people who annoy him and his rambunctious behavior. It was both embarrassing and entertaining to see. He was favored by most students, but sometimes things got out of hand, especially involving Blackstar, Percy, or Soul. Those three always seemed to find trouble.


"Let's just say my father can get a little out of control sometimes, and he doesn't take too kindly to those who are late to his class." Aiko smiled nervously, lowering her hand back into her lap. She thought maybe if she'd warn him beforehand, Elam would be more prepared for the chaos that defines her father.


@A Skull on the Shelf

 

[Leo Radomir]

Isaac said in a low voice just so they could hear" "Ah that's different i saw on a movie once that a monk blocked the barrel of the gun by flicking a fairly heavy metal shard into the barrel of the gun, one can also throw sand into the cogs if they get half chance it doesn't always work don't get me wrong". Isaac paused for a minute or so then said" One can also use death moves to hit the weak parts of the shield and slowly weaken each section but like the other stuff i said there's no guarantee that it will work".


'Isaac then went silent again thinking she's nice enough but this guy makes me want to beat the stuffing out of him, i have a feeling were not lightly to ever get on with each other'. Isaac noticed a new kid enter the class and smiled a little from the looks of things he is new here as well.


'I wonder what the new kids deal is he looks kinda female but that doesn't mean he is but it's not something you can just blurt out that would be super uncool'





@Genon @Kishune

 

[Pinkalyn]

KAITORE

Spoiler

Kai, who at the moment was content just to sit quietly and listen, was picking up on a good portion of the conversations. Her keen hearing allowed her to keep track of several of them, but only the ones spoken over a whisper. If she were understanding things correctly, then, the school actually encouraged fights. Regulated fights, granted, but that was something she hadn't expected in a place where the students were all theoretically very powerful. She hummed a soft, musical note, then glanced around the room quickly.


Just a single row ahead of her sat an effeminate looking boy, one she felt certain she'd seen along the same path she'd taken to get here. He looked... nervous? Perhaps, just a bit. She might have noticed him fidgeting with the items in his bag a few times, but before she had thought nothing of it. Now, as she watched the back of his head, it was becoming more apparent that he must be very new here, like she was. Perhaps even coming from a far away land like her! A momentary flutter in her heart caused her to sit up straight and shake her head slowly, as if to clear the thoughts from her mind.


'This is no time to get worked up. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to train, and become a better weapon. To train and become a better weapon.' she repeated the last part mentally, then nodded her head once forcefully, closing her eyes. She took a long, deep breath. Waited a few moments. Exhaled. Then her eyes drifted back down to the boy in front of her. 'Still, wouldn't it be nice.. to at least try to make them feel better? I'm confident in my abilities, but.. maybe not everyone is. My grandfather would have been proud to see me helping a fellow student. Maybe... it wouldn't be so bad.'


Without putting further thought into the matter, she reached forward over her desk, and down to the next row, placing her right hand on the boy's shoulder... except that the benches were far apart and her arms weren't quite so demonically long. The jangle of a chain could be heard as she gave her most re-assuring grasp and said out loud to Dustin, "There is no need to be so worried. I am certain things will go well for you."


Now, for anyone looking in that direction, it would likely be apparent that she was a weapon. With a length of thick chain extending outwards from her shoulder to her hand, which now rested on Dustin's shoulder, she was already achieving controlled partial transformations. But the longer she stayed in that position the more the chain drooped, until finally she retracted her hand and the chain became arm once more. She didn't think it was anything strange, though, instead simply stating to Dustin, "If you need help, I will do my best to assist you."


'Yes, Grandfather would indeed be proud.' she thought, with an outward smile that might seem like it was meant for Dustin, 'Helping those who are weak and in need.' She didn't mean to be outright conceited in her thoughts, it was just how she saw the current situation.


@PlaguedWithInsanity

 

[spacepossum]

Dustin Calhoun

~Meister~
​

Dustin sat in his seat, looking around at the classroom at the architecture of the finely crafted room. He always found himself to be gazing over the most minuscule of features of most about everything, giving him a more observant quality than most. This particular room lacked any real posters or images or anything. Maybe that was just a standard, public school thing? He was not sure. The room was beginning to fill with more students, as Dustin had glanced around at his new fellow classmates. He had listened to his surroundings as well, trying to differentiate all of the eager-for-today voices from so many differing individuals. It was intriguing to learn that fighting—regulated, of course—was allowed here. A strange school it was indeed. He looked forward to his first fight. Dustin, of course, would need a partner first.


He blew at a stray red lock in his face, soon deciding that he would need a haircut soon, his puffy and fluffy hair beginning to be...well, everywhere. Dustin rose a thinly fingered hand to swipe away his ever-growing ginger bangs. He had been distracted from his hair, however, when a hand gently touched at his shoulder. A bright smile brimmed to his cheeks. His first interaction today! He was about to turn around in his chair when he heard a jingling of a chain. Intriguing. Then had the hand begun to droop a little, as if its owner's arm had just flopped and lost its control. Dustin bent an orange eyebrow and poked at the hand that hung almost awkwardly on his shoulder. Not wishing to be rude or anything, he grabbed the hand gently in his own and moved it, only to see the chain that connected to it, not an arm, to his sudden surprise.


In shock, he dropped the hand nearly immediately. "AH! What the-!" He shrieked and jolted in his chair, blinking a couple times as if the strange image would go away or something of the similar sort. Then had its owner spoke to him, telling him not to be worried. In that moment, Dustin only assumed that she had meant not to be worried at the sudden ghostly apparition that was a living hand connected to a cold metal chain. Slightly wide-eyed, he looked at the fair-haired girl that was speaking to him, as her arm had transformed back into an arm of flesh, not metal. "Uh...yeah. Sorry?" He said in a confused manner, although still slightly surprised at what had just happened to him so suddenly.


She then smiled at him and told him that she would do her best to assist him. Assist him a what? Dustin was still a bit confused. He smiled back at her. "Thanks. I'm Dustin...by the way." He said awkwardly, trying to calm his breathing. Who would not be shaken up by what had just happened? He appreciated her smile either way, assuring him that she was alright. And clearly she was a Weapon, while he was a Meister. This was a good morning.





@Pinkalyn

 

[Pinkalyn]

KAITORE

Spoiler

On hearing the shocked cries of the boy in front of her, Kaitore furrowed her brow and the smile would tilt slightly, but it was quickly restored with the offering of a name. Yes, this was good progress. A sign that she was doing quite well, no doubt. She hadn't interacted with many others before, but surely name exchanging was the first step to a strong friendship! At least, that's what she told herself in her head.


"I am Kaitore." she says, sounding out each syllable as such, kah-ee-toe-ray, "But for simplicity, you can call me Kai. Are you new here as well?" she questioned Dustin, tilting her head to one side to show her curiosity. He was smiling back at her, at least, but something seemed off.


'Did I frighten him greatly by touching his shoulder? Is that disallowed in this country? I'll have to be more careful.' her thoughts distracted her momentarily, leaving her quietly staring at Dustin as she awaited the response. Not having seen the teacher yet, some friendly conversation hardly seemed like it should cause problems. Even if that seemed to be exactly what she had almost caused.


@PlaguedWithInsanity

 

[A Skull on the Shelf]

Elam could only watch Aiko curiously as she told him about her father. Seeing Aiko display embarrassment almost seemed foreign to him, as if he simply couldn't imagine her ever experiencing such a thing.


"...I see," Elam replied cautiously, his voice curious. "He seems...eccentric. Doesn't sound like there are a whole lot of boring moments in E.A.T."


A grimace formed on his face as Elam thought of being classmates with Blackstar. Is it even possible for that guy to attend class? He doesn't exactly strike as the type to sit quietly, in class or anywhere else for that matter.





"So, aside from the whole 'fighting monsters and finding artifacts' bit, does the E.A.T. class study something different from N.O.T? From what I've seen it feels like the class doesn't do much else," Elam asked, shifting in his seat. While doing so, he came to the sudden realization that not only was he sitting at the very front of the class with rows of eyes behind him, but he was casually talking with Aiko while maintaining eye contact. When did that happen? Yesterday I almost couldn't walk into the building because of a crowd, and less than an hour ago I was on my knees in front of Aiko and couldn't bring myself to lift my head. The thought made Elam instinctively scan Aiko, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. Just what kind of effect does this woman have on me?





@The Velveteen Rabbit

 

[spacepossum]

Dustin Calhoun

~Meister~
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Even so pertaining the gesture of the woman touching his shoulder with the insanely creepy phantom chain arm, Dustin found himself to be easily conversing with her, as his breaths continued to even out from the sudden shock. His smile retained its giddy form, showing his pure innocence and optimism in something as simple as a kind smile. She introduced herself as Kaitore, enunciating each individual foreign syllable to his American ears. "Nice to meet you, Kai." Dustin said with his inviting grin. "Your name is very interesting. Is it Japanese?" he inquired curiously to the woman sitting behind him, as he turned around in his seat to wrap his legs around the back of the chair to face her.


"But yes, I am new here." he told her simply, his smile never seeming to fade from his thin face. He loved to make friends, and saw this girl to be a potentially new one, even though they were mere acquaintances. Kaitore looked at him quietly as he responded, and Dustin appreciated the listening aspect of her, noting to himself that she would equally listen to what he would say as how he would return that back to her just as respectfully. She seemed to be rather kind, or kind enough, for his low standards of friends.


Either way, Dustin looked forward to truly meeting her, secretly hoping that class would not begin any time soon to cut off their conversation as well as potential friendship. It would be unfortunate if she were to never speak to him again after this simple class meeting, like people would often do, just conversing to take up time until the actual class would begin. That would be depressing to him, actually, because of how much he loved to meet new people and make new friends. Either way, Dustin would probably end up seeking her out after class just to try and befriend her again.


@Pinkalyn

 

[Pinkalyn]

KAITORE

Spoiler

Kai hummed thoughtfully to herself as she studied Dustin, examining his features and trying to gain some greater insight as to who and possibly what he was. "Japanese? Well, not quite. I was born in Japan, but my name doesn't have any meaning in the language. I'm not sure why that is..." she frowns and taps her chin a few times, letting her finger drag off the tip after the fourth tap so that she can speak again. "If I had to give it a meaning, I think it would be 'Falling Rain'. I think that sounds pretty."


Even though her thoughts seem to have drifted slightly, her gaze has never left Dustin's face since she began her unscrupulous inspection. There didn't seem to be anything of particular note to her. A lack of scars, an honest smile, a soft face. If anything, this Dustin person seemed... too normal. After all, she wasn't surprised by the idea of a feminine looking male. Or masculine looking females.


Thinking silently to herself, 'So what would bring such a normal person to the DWMA?' she vaulted over the edge of her seat above Dustin, in a sudden display of acrobatics, to land in the seat next to him. "Sorry, but shouting across the room didn't seem like a very intelligent way to carry a prolonged conversation. I hope you don't mind, I mean, if this seat wasn't taken that is. So... what brings you here?"

 

[spacepossum]

Dustin Calhoun


~Meister~

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Dustin listened to her speak, as she had explained to him that her name was not Japanese, even though she was born there. He found that to be intriguing, as she went on to tell him that she had possibly chosen her own meaning to her seemingly meaningless name. Kaitore tapped her chin a couple times with her finger until finally letting them stray away to tell Dustin the meaning she would give her name. 'Falling Rain'? He thought for a moment after she had spoken. "Well, either way, I think your name is pretty." he said with a sincere smile whilst looking at her. He had no reason to be anything but kind to this girl.


She continued to look at her, but he thought nothing of it except to smile in response. Maybe she was thinking about something? Perhaps about her name? Dustin mentally shrugged, as he leaned forward against the back of the chair in which he was facing, pressing his chest up against it and crossing his arms on top of the top of the back of the chair. Before he knew it had Kaitore vaulted herself over the desk before her to skillfully land on the chair beside him. He blinked in response as she now sat next to him.


She then told him that it did not seem very 'intelligent' to be shouting across the room to carry on a conversation, even though she was only behind him a desk. "Of course I don't mind." Dustin told her kindly, his genuine smile never seeming to fade from his face, brimming up to his cheeks. She then asked him why he was here, him assuming she meant why he was at the DWMA. "Because I'm a Meister, of course." he said cheerfully. "Like any Meister, I want to become better at my craft." He had some athletic ability, and wished to only become better than what he already was, which was honestly not much.


@Pinkalyn

 

[Kintaro Fujimori]

KIN

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'I already missed the first day, can't miss the first class too' Kin thought to himself as he made his way through the town of Death City. After a few blocks, Kin found the infamous stairway to the DWMA. With a swig from his water bottle, he began his trek up to his new school.


On his way up, Kin saw a couple students on the verge of passing out right on the steps, but he eventually made it all the way up. Kin pulled out his map of the school to see where his first class was located, something called NOT. Though he was not sure what that meant.


Finding the class relatively easy, he walks in and notices many students already seated though no teacher. Kin found a seat in middle of the classroom and surveyed all the fairly different looking students. 'This will be interesting' he thought to himself.

 

[Pinkalyn]

KAITORE

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'A meister?' she thought to herself, eyes going wide. In a single moment her attitude went from casual to inquisitive. "Do you have any special skills? What types of weapons do you specialize in? Who's your partner?" the barrage began without pause, the questions coming as one long statement of curiosity, "Have you ever achieved soul resonance? What are your goals as a Meister? Do Meisters have special abilities or are you just really strong humans?" the tide went from conversation to pop quiz, the girl seemingly relentless, "Do you know what souls taste like? Do Meisters even eat souls? Does eating souls make you more powerful? Does eating souls make me more powerful?" the last question, having accidentally been directed at herself, causes her to stop.


Looking almost as if she were confronting a wall she had run into, she remains motionless a few moments. Her mouth still hung open with the hint of another question on her lips, but instead the only thing that came out now was a soft, "Hmmm..." as she considered some of the questions and their potential answers. She couldn't help that there were some she wanted an answer to more than others, this being the first Meister she had interacted with as far as she was aware. Still, others were just as interesting in their own way. She closed her mouth, at that thought, and waited for any answers Dustin might have for her, lips curling up into an inviting smile regardless of Dustin's response or lack-thereof.


@PlaguedWithInsanity

 

[spacepossum]

Dustin Calhoun

~Meister~

Seriously questioning his abilities as a Meister.
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Dustin simply blinked as their calm conversation turned into a fast-paced, DWMA-styled version of the game of 21 Questions. "Okay, okay. One at a time, please." he said with a laugh as he tried to comprehend all of the questions that were just so suddenly thrown his way. "Special skills? I've done a little bit of martial arts, but not much. Gymnastics for about a year or so. My parents were not too keen on forcing me to grow up influenced all by combat and training." Dustin said in response to her first question, then thinking and trying to remember all of the others.


"As far as weapons go, I've tried a couple different kinds; swords, crossbows, and axes are all that I've used before. Although to tell the truth, I prefer close-combat weapons. They're just, less technical, I guess?" Dustin replied with a shrug. Kaitore then asked him about his partner, and whom exactly that was. He drew back his left hand and rubbed the nape of his neck sheepishly. "Well, I don't actually have one, to be completely honest. You're the first Weapon that I've actually met here." he told her, only assuming that she was some sort of weapon, considering that the entirety of her arm had transformed into a thick metallic chain.


When she had asked, however, is he had any goals as a Meister, or if he had ever achieved Soul Resonance, he was beginning to feel a bit under accomplished with himself. Was he supposed to already have done and thought about all of that? Both of Dustin's eyebrows furrowed at the thought. "I, uh...don't actually know much about Soul Resonance, sorry." he said, his bright smile soon faltering at the mention, turning more solemn. He did not want to suddenly seem so useless and unimpressive to this new girl that could potentially be his new partner. He wanted to seem at least good enough for Kaitore, as she had already shown some experienced acrobatic ability, while he had just sat there in his seat at the desk, at most turning around in the chair to face the back with his legs around the sides of the back.


"Anyways, I don't really have any...goals, per se. In fact, I had never even though about it." Dustin told her, sighing a small bit. "We're not really that special, not like a Weapon. Err, I don't feel that special, I guess." he continued, resting his arms on the desk, bent at the elbow. He had turned around in his seat when Kaitore had jumped into the one next to him. The next questions were about ingesting souls, and he felt solemn still at the mention. "No, Meisters don't eat souls. I mean, yeah. I would imagine it would go right through us, like literally?" Dustin said, soon questioning himself. Weren't souls kind of intangible and phantom-like? He believed so.


Kaitore then turned the tables on him, soon directing a question at the end about herself, inquiring whether or not ingesting souls would make her more powerful. Dustin sighed, only assuming that she would know the answer to that particular question. He was not a Weapon after all. Of course had she retained a smile throughout the entire question barraging game, while his had proceeded in drooping down to something between the gamut of a solemn frown and a more saddened expression at best. Either way would he answer her question, like the kind gentleman he was. "Yes, they do make Weapons more powerful." Dustin said to Kaitore, who looked at him with a curious smile.


@Pinkalyn

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

"Well, we also train in the E.A.T class, but it's more advanced."


Aiko informed him with a slight smile. She glimpsed back at him, locking her cloudy gaze with his dark eyes just as she had done before. Elam's facial expression was awfully curious, and she wondered what had peaked his interest so much.


"In E.A.T, we have a special curriculum called Battle Arts that's unavailable to the N.O.T class. We mostly work on our Soul Resonances and Chain Resonances with others in the class. It helps us better our skills in combat, and prepares us for future missions, however it's far from being easy." She finished, continuing to smile. It was no secret the E.A.T class was difficult. She made sure to prepare Elam for it when he was ready.


"I wouldn't worry about it too much, though. It's difficult at first, but after enough training, it gradually becomes easier." Aiko reassured him softly, waves of positivity radiating off of her. A few worry thoughts floated around in her mind, lingering here and there, but she managed to successfully push them away as if they were never there in the first place.


Standing at the front of the classroom, Sakura glanced up at the clock, checking the time. Class would be starting in approximately five minutes, and from the looks of it, a few students still hadn't arrived. She looked away, scanning the room quickly before walking back over to her desk and sitting down, waiting patiently for the others to arrive.


@Stamper @SilverSolis @Wandering Hollow @anyone else who isn't in class yet, your characters have five minutes to get to class before they're marked late

 

[Pinkalyn]

KAITORE

Spoiler

Kai's smile widened with every answer, until she was positively beaming with excitement.


'He likes swords! He likes swords, and I'm the first weapon he's met!' she thought, already planning out her own set of responses, mentally tracking each question and answer pair. Her eyes darted only briefly from Dustin's face, hoping that her checking the clock wouldn't look like an act of boredom, and making sure that after she noted the five minutes left before class would start Dustin would have her full attention for those five minutes.


"Well, you should definitely have a partner, even if it's only for practice. Learning how weapons and meisters interact is one of the important things they teach here, right? So.... what if we got a head start on the training?" her offer was coy and quick, and she quickly covered that up by continuing to go down the list of responses, "Though, I guess I'm a bit more technical than a normal sword. I... uh, I don't have time to explain it before class starts, but after class I could show you what I mean. If you would like that. After all, even if you don't have any overly extraordinary abilities, enough practice can make any Meister really strong, right?"


Her smile twitched slightly, one corner dropping as she thought about how she might actually hold Dustin back, though. Not being able to use her as a sword, wouldn't that slow him down? What if he didn't like that she preferred being used as what might be considered a very technical chain-based weapon? The doubts plagued her momentarily, bogging down her thoughts in a haze of confidence razing berating from her own conscious and subconscious mind. She shifted positions in her chair, a pain starting to form in her chest and her stomach. Had she really just asked someone to be her Meister so casually? The potential of Dustin saying no was already worrying her, but the chance that he would say yes and be disappointed... what would she do? She'd only interacted with so few people until now, what if she messed something up?


Suddenly a noise across the room snapped her attention back to the present moment, and what had been a slightly glossy look to her eyes became the normal pale red of her solid gaze. "It's okay if you don't know advanced techniques yet, too. I only know them because I've been training for a very long time now. Almost my entire life. I'm here now because I want to get better, that's true, but even a master should know that they can learn something from improving their basic techniques. Not that I'm a master, of course. I mean- uh.. right.. souls." she coughed softly into one hand, a transparent diversionary tactic, "I guess it would be kind of silly for a Meister to eat a soul. Still, there are stranger things, I think. I thought that maybe Meisters and Weapons both ate souls to grow their strength together, but if they don't, then Meisters must work really hard to get stronger. It makes me feel a little... like I'd be cheating, I guess. After all, I'm sure you must already be strong in your own way because you worked for it, and I.. well... I was born a Weapon." with that, she left enough time for Dustin to respond at least one more time before the bell rang, she hoped.


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[Kintaro Fujimori]

KIN

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Kin casually looked around the class room. He noticed some people were or in the process of finding a partner. This sight made him smile, he'd soon find someone he'd probably be partnered with for the rest of his life. He would travel the world like his mother and live the exciting life.


Kin watched as the teacher walked in and realized class would be starting soon.